The other day, a client walked in, seething with anger: “My father is dying, and my sister sits by his bedside talking about her latest crush! She has gone stark, raving boy-crazy since Dad got sick, and I’d smack her if I could.”

Their father had been diagnosed with late stage lung cancer four months ago, and was on hospice during these final months. As I validated her anger, it began to spill out. She was angry with her father for having smoked all these years, for not having a life insurance, for not having saved more money, and most of all, for not having been a more loving and kind father. She was angry with her mother for being so paralyzed with grief that she needed to be reminded to even eat or shower. My client was angry…
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